Art, Poetry, Writing

A Trees Yellow Light

TreeLight #2in the middle of a dream

i woke in the night

finding myself cold and alone

under a trees yellow light


looking up i can barely see

glorious rays penetrate my mind

i am lost in memories embrace

when faith is hard to find


dancing leaves speak softly

the breeze gently calls my name

reflections of a future yet unwritten

knowing i will never be the same


for long ago i walked

where angels fear to tread

the ghosts rattle in the dark

visions live long thought dead


out of the dark i crawl

anxiety and fear i’ve carried along

shedding the past into the light

at rest finally where i belong


Mark Schutter ©2013

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